Holy Shit, I quit my job.

So.  The big news.

I quit.


Well, I put in my three week notice, but you get the point.

I know what you are thinking, big friggin deal?  You start a new job and life goes on.  Blah, Blah Blah.

Nope.  I am not starting a new job.  I have no job waiting.  I am quitting work, and for the summer spending the time with my two boys and being a housewife.  Then I am going to maybe have hip surgery (again), then I am going back to school.  All the while blogging and writing like a frantic monkey on meth. Have.never.had.this.much.time.to.write.

The thing that makes me happy and feel personally fulfilled. <——-The Meth Monkey thing.

This is big because if you knew me, you would know I have NEVER NOT worked.  Ever.  I began work at age 12.  Working for my Grandfather behind the counter of his store.  Then at 16 I interned at an office locally and waited tables.  At 17, the damned Monday after graduation, I started my first 9-5.  Then from there it was basically a new job every 3-6 years.  Each one moving up the ladder.  Leading me to Accounting then Finance.

Then 2008 happened.  I took a major hit going from a Manager at a very nice salary, to a peon with a crappy hourly salary with a two hour commute.  I have done this now for three years.

After the hubs and I crunched the numbers it just didn’t make sense to send the boys to day camp (PRICEY Motherfucker Day camps are) while I spend tons in gas and wear and tear to Prince Valium to make jack shit.

So we decided I would quit.


This is why I restarted this blog a week or two back.

I am going to be documenting going from a 9-5 day job for 19 years. to being a Stay at Home Mom.

Heyyyyyyyyy, wait.  Don’t be that way.  This won’t be a mommy blog.  I mean those are great and all, and I have learned many crafts and recipes, but this is going to document the journey.

My Journey.

And I am damned excited/scared/freaked out/stoked/completely unprepared.

This shit should be interesting.

Stay tuned.

It just gets better from here.

Or I go down in flames.

Either way, it makes for good reading.  Don’tchathink??

Holy shit no pictures.

As always,and stay tuned.

Woman on Pause

Turkey Hangover

Today is the Monday after Thanksgiving.  All is quiet around the cubes.  I think people aren’t quite ready to go back into work mode. 


They aren’t alone.


I know I should be working, I know I have a deadline, I know too that if I don’t get my typing out I am useless as an employee.  So there. 


You could really disregard that entire conversation and just chock it up to the fact I am a horrible procrastinator.  Kinda.  I procrastinate on things I don’t want to do.  I know, “Duh”  But no really.  Hear me out.  I am doing work I can not stand.  Well, can not stand  is harsh.  I am doing work I am damned tired of doing.  I have been crunching numbers now for upwards of 15 years and it bores the hell out of me.   

That being said, when something new comes up I get filled with little green men who all scream, “Ooooooooh something NEW!” but I feel this way when I get a new gadget too, so I am not sure if that is strictly accounting excitement. 


I don’t know what I want to do.  I know one thing.  I know I should know by now .  But I don’t.  This just makes me feel even more so that I am here in this cube, on the 10th floor of a building, procrastinating, because God wants me somewhere else.  Where that may be, well I just don’t know yet. 


I know I like to write.  I know that I give kick ass advice.  I know that I enjoy being creative.  All these things considered I also know I have a family to provide for and drawing and writing all day will land us at the Mission within 2 months.  Ha, who am I fooling? 2 weeks.


So, to procrastinate today I have done the following;

  • Searched the vastness of the internet. 
  • I have taken a cigarette break. 
  • I have eaten pretzels. 
  • And now I have blogged. 

(Note: I am sick of the words Blog, Blogged, and especially Blogger. I am currently working on something funnier and sexier than this word.  All I have is Wype, Wyped, Wyper, Wyping.  Web + Typing.  Stand by for further word mashes that don’t remind people of using the toilet.)

So that means by the time you read this.  I will be organizing papers and searching for millions of dollars of funds that are mixed about this place and that.  You like how I don’t even use my own professions terms?  That is how over it I am.  But then again if I started, “Profit and loss, beginning balance, supplier payable, vouchers, receivables, blah blah blah, I would go down to -4 viewers.  Very similar to my credit score.


My wish if I were to have one this Christmas, would be to find out what I want to do.  I am 33.  It is time.  If I am shunned once again by Santa, you will still have these whiney somewhat sarcastic word vomit blogs to feast upon.  So I suppose even if Santa’s fat ass can’t squeeze out one thing, one wish (God knows I was shunned by the Holly Hobby Tea set incident of 1984) you guys are stuck with me here. 


I’m ok with that for now.  Because with me and you, fake non-existent audience, we can procrastinate till Easter.   

Because that is a goal.



A Hat for all of your Thanksgiving Needs



Woman on Pause

aka- Not the woman in the weird turkey knitted hat.